Philip Gracegirdle was starting to cry in his pain, hismisery and his utter defeat. All he could do was wait and suffer untilCrystal stopped, partly b...cause the whipping had exhausted her but alsobecause her mother had finished her cigarette and wanted to take over anddirect his humiliations."His clothes, honey. Be an angel," she said, and stood up, tall in herknee length boots so that she could start to get dressed.Her sobbing son-in-law gritted his teeth, the pain searing through hiscalves. And, while her nails were lacquered the aforementioned color, she looked like she was barely five foot tall, not at all monstrous, but human and scared.There was a small part of Luke's mind that was horrified to realize that the rest of his mind didn't care. He'd been too angry at her for too long. She'd cost him his wife. She'd cost Aaron his college plans. Whatever Connor had in mind for her, it couldn't be more than she deserved. She'd eventually recanted her accusation, but not until many. ." I replied, displaying my vast conversational skills.The brat got up and sauntered over to her doorway. "Eew! The slob's drunk, again! Still, it may improve his intelligence."The brunette vision looked over her shoulder at the brat and flashed her a curious glance. Stacy smiled and folded her arms across her breast. That was when I noticed the small pink T-shirt she was wearing. It had the picture of a little black kitten holding a purse behind its back beneath the words, "Tight young pussy.". Morgan cradled his arm and directed it down the front of her panties. He immediately knew what to do. One finger played with her dripping wet pussy and diddled her obstructed hole. She nearly dropped to the ground near her front stoop but thought better of it. He really knows what to do. I'm in good hands.The two of them undressed in the living room and kissed as she tumbled onto a couch. His hands mauled her chest unintentionally. It had been a few years since he'd poked a girl and having.